Child's Game

Two Small Soldiers,

Clad All in silver.

Holding two long swords,

Their small hands wrapped around the bottom.



Charging toward the other side,

In a game of capture the flag.

Lets play hide and seek,

Behind the big oak trees.



Their leaves will be soaked with innocence,

For all of eternity.

Lets race out into the barren ground,

and see who can run the fastest.



I can scream louder than you can,

especially when the sword protudes from my back.

I will not fall to the ground I shall keep walking,

Stubling for the winning prize of,

Your childlike head.



The illuminting sword yet still clutched in my hand,

I swipe at your neck and miss by inches.

Your high-pitched laugh echoes in my head and I scream,

falling to the ground.



Our game of tag is now over,

You have captured the flag,

Now run.

Before your the one to fall,

as your blood soaks and mixes with mine.



Run little child,

Before your innocence is taken from you,

Lets play hide and seek once more,

You shall win the war.